Nan Yu clearly heard the words, her heart aching even more for Song Yingqing.
Like pacifying a child, she gently patted her on the back.
"It's okay, it's okay, that scoundrel isn't here, you don't have to be afraid."
She then hummed a lullaby, helping her to fall into a peaceful sleep.
The next second, Song Yingqing's brow slowly relaxed.
When Song Yingqing woke up again, the first thing she smelled was the fragrant scent of porridge in the air; she instantly sat up, her eyes brightening.
She dashed out, seeing Nan Yu in the kitchen and was overwhelmed with excitement.
"Xiao Yu, did you make porridge for me?"
Nan Yu turned off the stove, looked back at the much more spirited Song Yingqing, and smiled relaxingly, "Come over here."
Song Yingqing immediately came to the dining table, watching as Nan Yu served the porridge in front of her.
She took a deep sniff, her expression one of bliss.